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Let Love In	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 3124 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-Two: The Second Wizarding War

For the next few days Remus and Sirius lived in a day dream, they spent the day time cuddled up before the fire, Remus would read while Sirius buried his face into his neck and made him squirm and giggle where his breathing tickled his neck. At night they shared Remus' single bed, cuddled so close Sirius was unsure where he began and Remus ended. They touched, whispering softly to each other in the darkness, the moonlight shining in through the net curtains and highlighting their sweaty bodies. Sirius couldn't think of anywhere he would rather be other than in Remus' arms, he was so filled with joy he almost forgot that he was supposed to be on the run from the Ministry.

One evening Sirius lay curled up by Remus, his hair splayed across his chest while he traced random patterns across the scarred skin. Remus wiggled, giggling and Sirius looked up at him, smiling devilishly. He ran his fingers lightly down Remus' sides and heard him stifle a snort of laughter, he lifted himself up and pinned Remus beneath him, tickling him viciously, his hands finding every sensitive spot he could find until Remus was in hysterics, desperately trying to stop Sirius from tickling him. Tears blurred his vision as he tried to grab his hands and missed every time, he tried to speak but ended up just laughing even louder. It was torture; he bucked and wriggled, trying anything and everything to get Sirius off of him...but to no avail.

The bed began to creak ominously, but the two were far too caught up in their activities which were rapidly becoming heated, Sirius running his tongue across exposed skin, his hands still tickling so Remus would make an odd noise, somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a laugh then...

BANG!

The bed collapsed throwing its occupants sprawling to the floor. Sirius blinked in shock as he found himself beneath his mate, gazing up into amber eyes as Remus smiled slowly. It wasn't long before they both burst into hysterics, laughing so hard their sides hurt. Once they had both calmed down they lay still, panting heavily, Remus buried his face into Sirius' hair breathing in his intoxicating scent with a huge smile on his face. "You broke my bed, git." He muttered against Sirius' neck.

Sirius chuckled. "Oh...don't make me laugh anymore...It hurts..." he sighed and closed his eyes. "Mmm...Want this to last forever..." He whispered, arching his back as Remus' hands slid down his chest. "This is..."

"Like a dream." Remus replied, smiling. "You make me act like a child."

Sirius grinned. "Sorry."

"No...it's alright. I'm actually...happy." Remus leaned down, wrapping his arms around Sirius' neck and kissing him for a long time, when they parted he laughed and pressed his forehead to Sirius'. "This is perfection."

"It is, my good moony...except it's missing one thing..." Sirius looked put out.

"What?" Remus gazed at him through his hair.

"Ice cream." Sirius grinned.

"Idiot Padfoot! Is your stomach all you can think about?" Remus laughed.

"No...I am also thinking some decidedly naughty thoughts...thoughts that perhaps I should be punished for, Professor." His smirk was evil.

"Ugh...no. Don't call me that, makes me think of Harry and in this situation it's a really big turn off."

Sirius laughed, Remus joined him.

Finally Sirius found himself gazing out at the sky, summer was moving on rapidly and he let out a slow sigh. He didn't want to go, he hated leaving but he had to...he was already putting Remus at huge risk for staying as long as he had, and if people didn't spot the fact that a great big snowy owl kept arriving with letters addressed to someone who wasn't supposed to be there then...

He shivered.

"Sirius?" Remus entered the living room, seeing Hedwig sitting on a stack of books and hooting at them. "Oh...hello Hedwig." He turned to see his lover stood at the window looking melancholy and he knew what Sirius was thinking, he put down the tray of tea and biscuits he was holding and moved over to him, putting his arms around his neck. "You don't have to go..." He whispered, burying his face into the back of Sirius' robes. "Please...don't go." He felt Sirius' hands on his own as he turned around, lifting Remus to his lips and kissing him deeply. They moaned softly, drawing each other closer.

When Sirius pulled away he looked sad and Remus could see the stain of Azkaban in his silvery eyes, it sent shudders through him. "I don't want to go...I don't...but...I have to. You know I do." He pressed his forehead against Remus' and sighed heavily. "It's been like...like living someone else's life...and...and It's been amazing."

"I can't let you leave me again!" Remus gasped, feeling pain twist his insides.

"I have to." Sirius replied, running his thumb across Remus' cheek. "I have to go...and soon. Because they'll work it out...everyone knows we were friends at school. It won't be long before they come here and search for me and...and if they find me..." He trailed off, not having to finish as Remus closed his eyes tightly.

"I hate this." He muttered, pressing his head into Sirius' chest and listening to his heartbeat. "I hate it...it's so wrong that you have to be on the run...that you have to keep evading the Ministry when they should be after Pettigrew..." He spat the name as if it was poison and Sirius chuckled.

"If it wasn't for you, Remus, I wouldn't even be alive. I would have died in that Hell...but you...you kept me alive. I was alive because you were alive..."

Remus looked into his eyes and only saw the truth. "All this time...?"

Sirius smiled gently. "All this time...I never stopped...Remus I have something to tell you." He swallowed, frowning slightly. "Remus, I lo-..."

There was a knock at the door and their eyes went wide, they broke apart and Sirius took one last, longing look at Remus before removing a stolen wand from his pocket and spinning. Remus watched him disappear and felt his chest ache painfully, he stumbled slightly and caught himself on a chair, his hand covered his mouth as he gasped in a few shaking breaths as he realised just what Sirius had been about to tell him. "No! No!" he closed his eyes fighting the anger at whoever was at the door, the anger at whoever dared interrupt Sirius. Once he had gained some control he steadied himself, putting away his emotions and hiding them behind his cool, calm exterior. He went and opened the door, a figure stood there wearing a cloak, he realised it was Dumbledore and he cursed him inwardly for not warning them he was coming...because now, now Sirius had left for no reason.

Time passed and Sirius travelled, he left the country for a little while but soon returned when he received a few rather distressing letters from both Harry and Dumbledore. Someone was trying to get Harry killed at the newly reinstated Tri-Wizard tournament. He realised he almost wished he was back at school, he would have liked to have entered the Tournament because it was dangerous and he could have had a bit of fun. Instead, he contented himself by helping Harry with his tasks. It was stupidly dangerous for him to be so close to Hogwarts, but he hid himself well and they never discovered his Animagus form. He received almost daily letters from Remus who was unable to come see him as it would have been risking too much. He spent time nicking parchment from people's pockets, getting Harry to send it with food along with some ink. He wrote using one of Beaky's feathers. His letters were heated, passionate and he tried to express everything he had ever felt for Remus through his words, but he didn't think he was too successful.

When the last Trial for the Tournament arrived he received a visit from Dumbledore, he looked older, wearier than Sirius had ever seen him, yet his voice was calm and strong as ever.

"Sirius, the last task will be taking place tonight, I think it would be wise that you left this cave as Ministry members will be in attendance."

Sirius frowned. "No." He said firmly, setting his jaw in stubbornness. "I won't leave Harry."

Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Very well then, transform into a dog and wait in Hagrid's Cabin, I will send for you if something happens." He turned but Sirius stopped him from leaving.

"You...you think it'll happen tonight, don't you?" He whispered, his voice harsh in his throat.

"I believe something will happen, yes. Whether he will return tonight or not is another question...we can only wait."

And so Sirius waited. He curled up beside Fang who insisted he share his dog basket with him, it was a tight squeeze but Sirius fit well enough and he was warm and cosy as he listened to the sounds coming from the maze. All he could hear was cheering and shouting, nothing important, but he waited in tense silence, allowing Fang to nuzzle at his ears and snuffle his fur affectionately. The hours passed slowly until he was nearly falling asleep when the sounds changed. The noises turned to screams, the scent of fear reached both animals noses and Sirius' eyes opened slowly and he rose to his feet whining as he moved to the door. He began scratching at it, pawing desperately in the hopes that someone would come and tell him what was happening. Fang joined him and together they paced, howled and whined into the night, making enough noise to cover the sounds from the Quidditch pitch.

After a long time, too long in Sirius' opinion, the door opened to reveal McGonagall. Her sharp eyes landed on the hulking dog, making her shiver slightly. "You are to come to the Headmasters office."

Sirius leapt up, bouncing after the strict woman as she led him through the dark grounds, he sniffed the wind and paused momentarily as he felt a tremor in the air, a subtle change in the way the trees blew and the sounds of grief and wailing of distress had little to do with the change. It was in that moment that Sirius knew...Voldemort had returned.

He was left alone in Dumbledore's office to wait yet again, he transformed back into human shape and began pacing, unable to hold still as he worried and fretted, he tried to distract himself from all the potentially horrendous things that could have happened when the door opened revealing Dumbledore and Harry.

Harry's story so horrible Sirius felt pain in his chest as he imagined what the boy had gone through, it brought back memories of his first encounter with the Dark Lord, and he gripped Harry's shoulder tightly throughout the whole thing. He tried to send silent comfort to the boy, who suddenly seemed so small, so scared and so young that he had to literally bite his tongue to prevent himself from interrupting Dumbledore and embracing Harry. When the conversation turned to Priori Incantatem and Dumbledore mentioned a figure of Diggory emerging from Voldemorts wand something leapt inside Sirius' chest, he couldn't stop himself from asking, even if he knew it was futile; **"Diggory came back to life?" Of course he didn't...no one could return from the dead. He felt stupid for asking it, he felt even stupider for allowing that brief flash of hope when he thought of James, but they continued to talk softly.

"An echo," said Dumbledore, "which retained Cedric's appearance and character. I am guessing other such forms appeared... Less recent victims of Voldemort's wand..."

"An old man," Harry said, his voice sounding shaky and rough, he shook beneath Sirius' fingers. "Bertha Jorkins. And..."

"Your parents?" said Dumbledore quietly.

"Yes," said Harry. Sirius's grip on Harry's shoulder was now so tight his knuckles were white, he couldn't help it...he could almost imagine it. James...What would he do if he saw him again? The thoughts were agonising and he had difficulty concentrating on the rest of the conversation. As Harry continued with his story, explaining how Lily had told him what to do, how they had gathered around Voldemort...Sirius released him, burying his face in his hands and tried desperately to fight off the grief as it ripped at his soul. He took a few steadying breaths, trying to still his heart.

"I will say it again," said Dumbledore as the phoenix rose into the air and resettled itself upon the perch beside the door. "You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you tonight. Harry. You have shown bravery equal to those who died fighting Voldemort at the height of his powers. You have shouldered a grown wizard's burden and found yourself equal to it...and you have now given us all we have a right to expect. You will come with me to the hospital wing. I do not want you returning to the dormitory tonight. A Sleeping Potion, and some peace... Sirius, would you like to stay with him?"

Sirius nodded and stood up. He transformed back into the great black dog and walked with Harry and Dumbledore out of the office, accompanying them down a flight of stairs to the hospital wing. When Dumbledore pushed open the door. As he followed them down to Hospital Wing he realised that he had never agreed more with anything Dumbledore had said before, Harry was his Father all over again...and the pain that thought brought was only slightly dulled by the basic emotions of a Dog.

Sirius watched Harry sleep from where he was curled up in a chair, he looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling gently as the Weasley's and Hermione spoke softly about mundane things. He huffed slightly, a small whinging noise escaping him and he felt a hand in his fur, his eyes moved to see Hermione, pale but determined. He licked her hand affectionately before returning his eyes to the sleeping boy. He remembered being fourteen years old, sitting on the warm grass, laughing and playing pranks on his fellow students...there was something very wrong about seeing Harry lying there, beaten and bruised, tortured and cut...he was fourteen for crying out loud! No fourteen year old should ever have to go through that.

Suddenly the silence was disturbed by shouts, everyone turned in their seats to gaze at the people storming into the Hospital Wing, McGonagall was furious, as was Fudge. They argued, only pausing when Dumbledore entered, his power radiating in the room and making all the hair on Sirius' body stand on end. The argument continued, Sirius growling at the Minister as he insinuated that Harry had lost his marbles. As Dumbledore tried to convince the Minister to take the steps needed to ensure that Voldemort did not Sirius listened intently to the speech;

"You are blinded," said Dumbledore, his voice rising now, the aura of power around him palpable, his eyes blazing once more, "by the love of the office you hold, Cornelius! You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be! Your dementor has just destroyed the last remaining member of a pure-blood family as old as any...and see what that man chose to make of his life! I tell you now take the steps I have suggested, and you will be remembered, in office or out, as one of the bravest and greatest Ministers of Magic we have ever known. Fail to act...and history will remember you as the man who stepped aside and allowed Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we have tried to rebuild!"

Sirius felt something stir, he remembered his mother...his father...his brother and he knew what fools they had all been.

The moment the minister had disappeared Sirius knew, the Order of the Phoenix would be recalled, Dumbledore turned to look at the group around Harry's bed. "There is work to be done," he said. "Molly... Am I right in thinking that I can count on you and Arthur?"

"Of course you can," said Mrs. Weasley. She was white to the lips, but she looked resolute. "We know what Fudge is. It's Arthur's fondness for Muggles that has held him back at the Ministry all these years. Fudge thinks he lacks proper wizarding pride."

"Then I need to send a message to Arthur," said Dumbledore. "All those that we can persuade of the truth must be notified immediately, and he is well placed to contact those at the Ministry who are not as short sighted as Cornelius."

"I'll go to Dad," said Bill, standing up. "I'll go now."

"Excellent," said Dumbledore. "Tell him what has happened. Tell him I will be in direct contact with him shortly. He will need to be discreet, however. If Fudge thinks I am interfering at the Ministry..."

"Leave it to me," said Bill. He clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder, kissed his mother on the cheek, pulled on his cloak, and strode quickly from the room.

"Minerva," said Dumbledore, turning to Professor McGonagall, "I want to see Hagrid in my office as soon as possible. Also...if she will consent to come-Madame Maxime." Professor McGonagall nodded and left without a word. "Poppy," Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey, "would you be very kind and go down to Professor Moody's office, where I think you will find a house-elf called Winky in considerable distress? Do what you can for her, and take her back to the kitchens. I think Dobby will look after her for us."

"Very...very well," said Madam Pomfrey, looking startled, and she too left. Dumbledore made sure that the door was closed, and that Madam Pomfrey's footsteps had died away, before he spoke again. "And now," he said, "it is time for two of our number to recognize each other for what they are. Sirius...If you could resume your usual form."

Sirius looked up at Dumbledore, unsure if he was being stupid, but did as ordered. He heard Mrs. Weasley's scream. "Sirius Black!"

"Mum, shut up!" Ron yelled. "It's okay!"

Snape had not yelled or jumped backward, but the look on his face was one of mingled fury and horror. "Him!" he snarled, staring at Sirius, whose face showed equal dislike as years worth utter hatred boiled within him. "What is he doing here?"

"He is here at my invitation," said Dumbledore, looking between them and Sirius felt an overwhelming urge to hex Snape, but controlled it with immense difficulty as he suppressed his anger, "as are you, Severus. I trust you both. It is time for you to lay aside your old differences and trust each other." Sirius and Snape were eyeing each other with the utmost loathing. "I will settle, in the short term," said Dumbledore, with a bite of impatience in his voice, "for a lack of open hostility. You will shake hands. You are on the same side now. Time is short, and unless the few of us who know the truth do not stand united, there is no hope for any us." Very slowly...but still glaring at each other as though each wished the other nothing but ill...Sirius and Snape moved toward each other and shook hands, Sirius felt his fingers creak under the pressure of Snape's hand. They let go extremely quickly. "That will do to be going on with," said Dumbledore, stepping between them once more. "Now I have work for each of you. Fudge's attitude, though not unexpected, changes everything. Sirius, I need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher...the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."

"But..." said Harry. He gave Sirius a pleading look. It was obvious he did not want to have to say goodbye again so quickly.

"You'll see me very soon. Harry," said Sirius, turning to him. "I promise you. But I must do what I can, you understand, don't you?" He despised leaving him like this, it was too much to ask for a fourteen year old to cope with everything alone...but he had little choice.

"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah...Of course I do." Sirius grasped his hand briefly, nodded to Dumbledore, transformed again into the black dog, and ran the length of the room to the door, whose handle he turned with a paw. Then he was gone.**

** Speech from Goblet of Fire by JK Rowling
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